#and she'd see straight through him and make him feel naked and raw and at the end she'd hug him goodbye and kiss him on the forehead

[genderqueerpond]

amyeleven fivenyssa crossover

[strapped-and-beheaded]

filling this out instead of an askgame for Anna the peoples princess

1. Describe your OC physically

very doll like, big eyes, soft face... has a major rbf but she's cute enough that it looks like a pout.

5'7 with an avarage build overall. 2 years on e when the game starts so she has pert breasts and some ass and hips on her

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

the normal one, playing straight man to the absurd shenanigans everyone gets into

3. What is their stance on religion?

Not religious at all, doesn't mind people who are tho, also not a complete unbeliever on account of the tf. has some questions for Virgo tho because like can they explain why she can get fucked on a strap for hours no problem but can't jack off??? why does jacking off hurt purity??????? Virgo????

4. How do they act when they’re sick?

sleepy... She's going to take some meds and sleep through it if she can. However if she doesn't have money to pay Bailey and knows she's too sick to fight well she might have to push herself... İdk something to think about sick fic wise

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on?

you'll kill her before she gives up her morals or dignity, she decided she's not going to commit crimes or do sex work and she is sticking with it. she doesn't fault or shame her friends for it tho, good for them if they enjoy it, but she had one date with Avery that made her sick to her stomach and cannot ever do that again...

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

I asked the gang for flowery names dol-dogboy gave me Annalise, he also named Charlotte

7. what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down?

Cannot say no to getting invited over for tea. actual british who is a teaboo about the idea of afternoon tea.

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them?

She bought her dress and now her mental well being kinda depends on it, constantly at the tailor getting it fixed, learning to mend clothes to keep up with it.

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

cold is preferred because all her favorite outfits have so many layers... her summer clothes are cute too but she feels basically naked without her pettycoats and stockings

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

family: her father loved her very much, felt guilty his job made them travel so much so never was able to give her a stable home. she was never good at fitting in with the other boys, always been too sensitive, he didn't want her to feel like there was anything wrong with her tho. she'd be such an insecure mess if it wasn't for him drilling into her head she has to stand tall and stay strong, she can't let people treat his son like that after all.

close friends: currently those only include my other pcs and they see her as a precious little sister they need to protect, she's only younger by a year but having experienced dolville raw and without help they're set on making sure she doesn't suffer like they had to

collegues: still doesn't have a stable job... people at school know her as a nice girl, Charlotte intimidates them off downright bullying but they love messing with her because she's sensitive and shy and blushes so fast and always has a reaction-

strangers: she looks like such easy prey, all the ruffle and big skirt make her look small and delicate, would be so cute crying... the crying is funny at best when she proceeds to almost scoop out an eye with the umbrella and leaves them bruised up on the ground while sniffling and running off

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like?

both very neat

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

crying, for both... she'll fight despite her tears until she's safe but god shes handling it bad. she's grown somewhat a tougher shell over words of strangers by now, doesn't even react to them. not so much for friends or heartbreak tho, probably will end up locking up in her room and clinging and sobbing to the next person that asks if she's okay

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people?

pretty comfortable, she always had someone to depend on in her life, tho again, everyone else has so much on their plates already she feels bad putting more burden on them so might keep some stuff to herself...

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

doesn't try to take up space or attract attention but a bit hard with the way she dresses... usually likes having something to hold or fidget with be it the umbrella or a bag or her clothes, keeps her hands folded on her lap if she can't. sits straight very polite

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

str 4, dex 1, con 9, int 3, wis 5, cha 6 I never played dnd godbless you get the idea ig

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

losing her dad: pretty self explainatory, was about 10

transitioning: figuring that one out was a relief, was 16

date with Avery: first week or so in game, really thought it was an innocent date since she was so nice and gentlemanly before... was just asked to undress, was pretty desperate for the money, but feels horrible anyway. now much less trusting of people she meets, avoids Avery like the plague

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

she's a passenger princess for life thank you very much

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

her heart is on her poofy sleeves so not hard to tell if she likes you, always willing to be there for people around her doing anything she can, shows love through action, tho isn't hesitant to say she loves you and you're her friend.

awkward with comforting people... she tries to offer her sympathy, and a hug, she is pretty cuddly

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

she feels miserable in anything less than absolutely frilly and poofy and cutesy. she likes white and pastel colors, she likes her skirts to have Volume, big sleeves too. likes corsets and well, a little cleavage is nice... loves sweet lolita but isn't strict with her style. she wears pettycoats and a lacy shirt under her uniform too.

[browneyedbeauty03]

Lions and Sheep

The sun was slowly beginning to emerge through leftover clouds from the night before. The sphere of light hung like a dollop of molasses in the sky, branching out into wistful tendrils of pink. All that was underneath was bathed in a rosy golden hue, and Shay gazed out over the balcony at the unfamiliar city underneath, for a brief moment, seriously contemplating the idea of jumping. She grabbed the ledge, squeezing her darkly smudged eyes shut. She hadn't removed her makeup the night before - her hands had been . . . indisposed. The bruises that circled her wrists peeked from underneath the luxurious material of the feathery hotel robe, giving her butterflies in spite of her foul mood.

She was oblivious to the fact that the object of her affection,Roman Roy, had quietly joined her in her moment of private misery. 

His eyes quickly found the evidence of how he had used the tie he now wore around his neck as a way to restrain her, wondering if he had went too far, for she'd been inspecting the marks upon his silent arrival. He'd had fun testing his boundaries, enjoyed playing with someone who allowed him to explore what really turned him on. It felt like a gold medal rested upon his chest, and he realized this was how it felt to be the boss of something, or rather, someone.

So, why did it feel as if she wanted to take flight like a bird straight off of that balcony and out of his life? Was the cage he kept her in not grand enough to suit her? Not filled with enough trinkets to keep her attention? And, when he felt something slipping away, he had the tendency to hold on far too tight.

 Clearing his throat, Roman stepped forward, abruptly wrapping his arms around her waist as if to keep her held firmly in place.

You're not going anywhere.

His lips found her neck, murmuring her name against her own skin. A strangled groan tumbled from his marbled lips when his fingers found her chilled flesh between the part in her robe. Roman's palm flattened against her belly, traveling upward to meet the ripe curvature of her nearly exposed breast.

Though she could feel the evidence of his arousal grinding against her ass, she simply could not help the overwhelming melancholy that plagued her heart.

Shay was a secret, a shame to the great Roman Roy and his family. Tears pooled in her dark eyes as she let out a light whimper meant especially for him to hear.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Roman questioned, the affection in his voice contrasting heavily with his word choice. How could she possibly be upset over anything after the night of raw fucking they had shared?

She spun around, fury in her eyes. Roman took a step backwards eyebrows raising with a mix of amusement and apprehension. It was almost like waiting for a bomb to go off - he rather enjoyed the explosion, the fire. But, the casualties after the fun could be a fucking pain in the ass.

She stammered for a moment as she struggled to find her words. Her cheeks flushed, the color of pretty little peaches, and Roman found himself smirking at her obviously flustered state. However, his sunken sooty eyes did not remain fixated on her face for long. Hungrily his gaze romed downward to trail over her nearly naked body. He practically drooled with a peek at her creamy little slit that he feasted upon the night before. He had licked and sucked until she screamed for Mercy. Post orgasm torture - Roman's favorite.

Shay indignantly scoffed, stamping her foot like a petulant child and pulling her robe closed. 

Thus, Roman was brought back to reality, anticipating the tantrum he would surely be on the receiving end of. He glanced down at his watch in fleeting annoyance as if to say "can we get this over with already?"

"I'm not going to ask you again - what the fuck is your problem?"

She knew that he knew his choice of words only infuriated her further, and she couldn't help but wonder if he enjoyed making her angry.

If she'd asked, he would have simply told her the answer was yes.

She took a step forward, eyes turning to slits as the tears threatened to spill over. Roman had wanted her to keep him company while on a business venture with his family. She had happily agreed, not knowing that she would have to fly in by herself, separate from The Little Prince and his family of royalty. She had the sneaking suspicion she would be hidden away in the hotel room for the duration of her stay, leaving her feeling very fucked in more than one way.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" she demanded, staring him dead in the eyes. "A little poor girl that you met half drunk in a bar—you'll fuck me into the headboard but you wouldn't be caught dead with me in front of your family." Her words hung like a cloud of poison in the air, and Roman longed to taste the venom on her tongue.

"Though you be but from sheep, you roar like a lion."

Roman had expected his words to have a flattering impact, but her tiny, balled fists met the center of his chest in defiance as she attempted to push past him back into the hotel room.

"You are married," he said, his voice hushed. "and before I introduce you to the pack of wolves, we kind of need to get you out of that," he spat, his voice mocking as if he were explaining something to an ornery child.

"You know what you are, Roman?" she seethed, fury mounting inside her. He damn well knew she didn't want to be married, and would rather slit her own wrists then return back to the abusive man she was shackled to.  

"You're a filthy little slime puppy."

"Oh yeah?" His eyes darkened with lust. He was fucked up, his dick hard as a rock each time she insulted him like that.

"Yeah," she growled the tip of her nose brushing against his own. "You think you can keep this a secret until you figure out what to do about my husband?"

He gulped, hands meeting the top of her robe in order to expose the balls of her dainty shoulders. However she pushed him backward, pearly teeth bared in frustration as he stumbled into the wall. 

"What are you going to do when the paparazzi snaps a picture of you balls deep inside me and plasters it on the evening news?"

"Fuck," Roman groaned, precum beading on the tip of his dick. Unable to control himself, and very horny at the idea of being caught in such a scandalous way, he pulled at the tie of her robe, shoving the garment off of her body in spite of her meek squeals of protest.

He captured her lips in an aggressive kiss, and finally they parted, her wet tongue rubbing against his own as she purred like a kitty cat into his mouth. Rather abruptly, Roman broke away. His jaw clenched before he spoke.

"You think I'm ashamed of you?"

Hesitantly, she nodded.

Romans lips turned upward into a mischievous grin as he guided her backward until her bare ass collided with the balcony railing. He stalked her like a predator stalks its prey, downturned eyes sizzling with cruel yet sweet intentions. His hands bruised into her hips and used them as handles in order to spin her around so she was once again looking down upon a city that was slowly starting to come to life.

She heard the slapping of his leather belt as he hastily unfastened it, the unzipping of his trousers causing her to moan in anticipation.

"I'll fuck you right here - in front of the whole goddamn city, and guess what?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, nipples hardening as she took the bait. "What?"

"I fucking hope we get caught." 

And with that, Roman pushed the full length of his throbbing cock inside of her milky cunt, her pornographic moans and his strangled grunts of satisfaction intermingling as one.

"I wanna cream your little cunt full," Roman breathed, rutting deeper inside of her, juicing her out until she had stained the crotch of his fancy black trousers.

Her eyes flashed open, tits bouncing as she fleetingly observed a sleek black limo pull up beside the hotel entrance underneath them.

"Are you supposed to meet with your father?"she asked in a whine, and Roman's fingers mercilessly fiddled her clit back and forth, causing her to arch her ass upward as she neared her orgasm.

"Yeah," he panted, the vein of his cock pulsating against the tight walls of her young, fertile pussy.

She felt her clit harden between his fingers, her bare toes curling atop his designer shoes.

"What if he could see you now?"

When the statement fell from her lips, a series of curse words spewed from between Roman's clenched teeth as his balls tightened in filthy pleasure at the  mere thought. He toyed her clit faster, harder, his thrusts becoming sloppy as she painted his shaft in cum. Then, without warning or permission, he marked the inside of her cunt with thick ropes of hot cum, pushing himself so deep that he was sure her ripe ovaries were coated in a bountiful layer of his semen.

What better way to introduce his lover than to impregnate her with his royal Roy seed? He thought as three timed knocks cascaded from the other side of their hotel room door.